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A – for Alive.........A – for Africa
Contributed by
crazyn
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Monday, 8th February 2010 @ 07:39:19 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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If my motherland had a taste
It would be honeycombed sweetness
I love you mother, you are chaste
Immigrating from your arms was bitterness
If my memory was projected
It would be joyous perfection
I hate you ambition, you have cheated
Not being there is the source of depression
If your smell was a painting
It would be of a peacock
I miss your serenity, quietly singing
Unable to see you, turn back the clock
If my life was a maize field
I’d be the seed that is destined to fall back.
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Re: A – for Alive.........A – for Africa
(User Rating: 1 ) by northernlights on
Monday, 8th February 2010 @ 10:55:32 AM AEST (User
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Great imagery in this from the heart that misses its homeland,the bitter sweet, a mixture of using the senses with the imagery to create painful longing and the two sentences that summarise it all .....immigrating from your arms was bitterness and destined to fall back. really enjoyed this well written |
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